Shannon Hornbeak
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Dream of Xanthos
Isabelle sat straight up in bed with a harsh gasp, breathing heavily as she grasped the sheets in her small hands. She looked around and realized she was in bed. She began to get up in a panic. Throwing on her robe and thrusting her toes into her slippers she ran into the hall.
By Shannon Hornbeak5 years ago in Horror
Dream of Xanthos
She was alone in the rain. Her thick flowing hair was weighing on her shoulders as she gazed across the manicured lawn. Her face was the color of ash. She possessed a solemn constitution as she realized what she must do. Her heart was beating like a drum. She licked her lips and tasted the moisture collecting upon them, yet her throat felt dry and hoarse as if she had been screaming for hours.
By Shannon Hornbeak5 years ago in Horror
